If the devil ever raised a garden, the Everglades was it.

If a woman has a good ass the rest of her wil be nicely configured too, except for maybe the face. The face is always on its own.

The greatest tragedy that can befall a man is never to know who he really is.

A man who can laugh at himself is truly blessed, for he will never lack for amusement.

History is a story of violence at work. It all comes down to the old saw that, however much you can gain with a kind word, you can gain more with a kind word and a gun.

The shed of leaves became a cascade of red and gold and after a time the trees stood skeletal against a sky of weathered tin. The land lay bled of its colors. The nights lengthened, went darker, brightened in their clustered stars. The chilled air smelled of wood smoke, of distances and passing time. Frost glimmered on the morning fields. Crows called across the pewter afternoons.

If the devil ever raised a garden, the Everglades was it.